"Yes ma'am," he says - and then Zagreus moves, a shifting through space that leaves behind familiar streaks of red light. It used to be that he couldn't ever travel far this way - no more than a sword's length in front of him.

But that was a long time ago. He moves farther now, bridging ever-larger gaps in space with him. And it's a trail that Claire will easily be able to follow, almost as if he's leaving behind a divine thread for her to follow.

A trail she will find leads her to their target - a man with blood-stained fists, drinking from a near-empty bottle as he walks by the river. He mutters a near constantly stream of obscenities - all of which seem to feature phrases like 'that bitch' and 'how fucking dare she'. And, worst of all, 'got what's coming to her'.

Beside him, Zagreus waits, with rage flashing behind his eyes. His is an anger that bubbles beneath the surface, contained and barely-concealed. But he would not be so rude as to begin this man's punishment without Claire.

And besides - his Affliction will be rather more effective once the man is already at the edge of despair.